I've been fighting through every wrong definition
Every sad word that came to mind
Left alone to wander every broken dream of it
And still picked up from the pieces of when I forgot
Still stupefied by your things about me
Tripped on the guilt trap that you never placed, but I still felt
When can my mind ever get this right and grasp the fact
That I'm already alive, and I can't have it any other way
I wouldn't want it any other way, screaming at the top of the text
Scared to death of dying alone under the Earth
Lips taste the enchantment of the passage
From light, the sky, the grave, the sky again
Oh how I worry, and oh how I'm wrong
Just to say that I need a touchable to tell me the truth
Plums grey and dying sons and daughters rain in the horrible weather
Somewhere inside I find you were right
5/03/2009
Where it Reigns, It's Free
Written by Unknown at 11:36 PM
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